The Dead Man's Dream

We were in some city, the stranger and me 
The houses were open, and the streets empty 
The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty 
I asked where I was; my companion ignored me 

We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone 
The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open 
And the corpses were rotten, yet each one was living 
Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling 

I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me 
My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely 
My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy 
And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me 

I managed to scream and woke from my slumber 
I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered 
Where had I been? What could it mean? 
It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under